We took a drive out to the country to see the last of the autumn leaves. Higher up and further north, the nighttime chill speeds up the change of seasons. The fiery reds have given way to oranges, yellows and browns. It was good to leave behind the frenzy of the city. Walking along le Parc Régional Dufresne - on what used to be a railway line we were intoxicated by the smell of fresh air, dry leaves, cedar and pine. Birds chirped and the occasional cricket could still be heard along with the sound of water in the nearby river.
Along with the bright leaves there were the beiges and browns of the fallen leaves and the dried up grasses and flowers.
Milkweed dries on the stalk, its seeds scattered ready to begin again in spring. The monarchs which feed here have long gone to warmer climates.
By evening we could see our breath in the crisp air. It's a time for soups and fires in the fireplace thoughts of hibernation as nature shuts down for a rest.
